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I don't know if it's me or my imagination but people seem so uneasy around me, it's like there something about me they're afraid of. Like one false move and they're dead. Most times I don't really care cause I don't really care for most people. But when I see the same thing happening when I talk to you I wish I wasn't this way. I wish that talking to me could make you smile, the way you smile around everyone else. But then again, I'm not everyone else am I, I'm me.


The older I get, will I get over this
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